of the spring this morning. I promised him that he should live with me here, thinking that he could never get out of the spring; but there he is at the door, and wants to come in!"

While she was speaking the frog knocked again at the door.

The king said to the young princess : "As you have made a promise, you must keep it; so go and let him in."

She did so, and the frog hopped into the room, and came up close to the table. "Pray lift me upon a chair," said he to the princess, and let me sit next to

you."

As soon as she had done this, the frog said: "Put your plate closer to me, that I may eat out of it."

This she did and when he had eaten as much as he could he said: "Now I am tired. Carry me upstairs, and put me on your little bed."

The princess took him up in her hand and carried him to bed. On the pillow were two little gobli ́s, who vanished as they appeared, so that the princess put the frog upon the pillow of her little bed, where he slept all night long. As soon as it was light he jumped up, hopped downstairs, and went out of the house.

"Now," thought the princess," he is gone, and I shall be troubled with him no more."

But she was mistaken, for when night came again she heard the same tapping

at the door; and when she opened it the frog came in and slept upon her pillow as before till the morning broke; and the third night he did the same.

But when the princess awoke on the following morning she was astonished to see, instead of the frog, a handsome prince, standing at the head of her bed, and gazing on her with the most beautiful eyes that ever were seen.

He told her that he had been enchanted by a wicked fairy, who had changed him into the form of a frog, in which he was to remain till some princess should take him out of the spring and let him sleep upon her bed for three nights.

"You," said the prince, "have broken this cruel charm, and now I have nothing to wish for but that you should go with me into my father's kingdom, where I will marry you, and love you as long as you live.'

The young princess, you may be sure, was not long in giving her consent; and as they spoke a splendid carriage drove up, with eight beautiful horses decked with plumes of feathers and golden harness, and behind rode the prince's servant, the faithful Henry, who had bewailed the misfortune of his dear master so long and bitterly that his heart had well-nigh burst.

Then all set out, full of joy, for the prince's kingdom, where they arrived safely, and lived happily for many years.

The Two Giant Brothers N the gallery beneath the western window of the Guildhall of London stand two great giants, whose names are Gog and Magog.

Gog is clothed in a rude fashion, and he carries a morning star, which is a great iron ball covered with spikes, and fastened by a chain to a long pole. Magog, on the other hand, is arrayed like an ancient Roman soldier, and he carries a halbert, which is a kind of battleaxe with a spear at the top.

Gog and Magog are brothers, and the reason why they are dressed and armed in a different way is very curious.

When the ancient Britons came to England the country was peopled by a race of savage giants who lived in dark. damp caves and dressed in the skins of animals. They were very

Who Watch Over London angry when the Britons settled on the banks of the Thames and began to build the city of London.

"What do these men want with houses?" said Gog. "Why don't they live in caves as we do? Let us kill them, and destroy their new city."

"No," said Magog. "Let us make friends with them, and learn how to build, and till and weave. I am sure it is more pleasant to live in a house and wear clothes than it is to live in a cave and wear skins."

But the other giants would not listen to Magog. They looked on the Britons as intruders and enemies to be driven away or killed. They attacked them and drove them into London, and then they resolved to capture the city the next morning and slay all the inhabitants.

But, on the advice of Magog, the Britons dug a wide, deep trench outside. London in the night, and fixed rows and rows of sharp stakes at the bottom of the trench, and covered it with light hurdles. In the morning they went out and fought the giants, and then they pretended to be defeated, and ran back lightly across the hurdles. Their great, clumsy enemies came lumbering after them, and the hurdles gave way, and down fell all the giants into the trench upon the rows and rows of sharp stakes.

Only Gog escaped, and Magog said to him:

Will you live with me in the Guildhall, or will you fight to the death?"

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'I will fight to the death!" cried Gog; and, whirling his morning star, he rushed upon his brother.

But Magog was armed with a halbert which the Britons had made for his

use, and with this he struck Gog down and vanquished him. The Britons lifted up the wounded giant and carried him to the Guildhall, and laid him on a soft feather bed and tended him until he was healed; and Gog was so touched by their kindness that he resolved to remain with Magog in the Guildhall and guard it from danger.

Now, every Christmas night, when the clock strikes twelve, and the Guildhall is dark and silent, Gog and Magog come out for dinner, and all the rest of the year they stand in the gallery beneath the western window of the Guildhall and watch over the welfare of the people of London.

Any day you may go and see them two fierce-looking, gigantic, dark, carved figures, one on each side of the window, so tall that you have to strain your neck to look up at them, and many people wonder how they came there.

THE FOOL ON THE STOOL AT

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FOLKESTONE

OLKESTONE is another of the places which we consider new, for it is only since the railway reached it that the town has become important as a place for holidays. But it was a place of note in the time of the Romans, and "Casar's Camp" is among the most interesting spots to-day.

It was important again at a later day, for St. Eanswith founded a great nunnery there in the seventh century. Her father was Eadbald, King of Kent, a fierce heathen king who, before he died, became a Christian. His daughter was a splendid woman, and did much for the good of the land by spreading the blessings of Christianity abroad. The building was destroyed by the Danes, but in 1885, over 1,100 years after her death, the body of St. Eanswith was found in its leaden coffin, and is now buried in the church named after her.

Once when Queen Elizabeth was passing near Folkestone, the mayor of the town went out to greet her on behalf of the people of Folksteen," as it was called then.

Most gracious Queen, Welcome to Folksteen," he began, addressing her from a stool. But the Queen stopped him.

it was "Scardeburgh," which means a fortress on a rock. Led by Harald Hardrada and Tostig, two daring pirates, they attacked the town in 1066, and because they could not capture it by other means, they set fire to it. They burned all they could, and robbed and murdered right and left. Scarborough was so ruined that, when William the Conqueror had his Domesday Book written, the town was not even mentioned in it.

Later, a great castle was built, and many battles were fought in or near the town. During these dark days, George Fox, the famous Quaker, was imprisoned in the castle. He was shamefully ill-treated. One loaf of bread had to last him three weeks; he had no fire in his cell, and the roof was so leaky that he was compelled to bale out the rain which came through, like a sailor in a half-swamped boat. When the King finally learned that the good Quaker was not a rebel, he released him, but not before Fox had borne great suffering.

Scarborough's mineral springs were discovered by a lady. About a hundred years after they had been discovered, the land round about suddenly sank, the walls of the wells themselves rose up in the air, and the water disappeared. The cliff was cracked and broken in all directions. A great plot of land, with cattle feeding on it, went down seventeen yards, and parts of the broken cliff were forced into the sea. Then things settled down again. There were no more risings or fallings, and the water gradually came back to the wells.

is aware, there are really two towns. There is the old town, with its steep streets and stairways, its old red-tiled houses where the fishermen live as their ancestors lived hundreds of years ago. Then there is the newer and fashionable Scarborough, where fine roads and great houses make 'the English Naples," as it is called, the handsomest seaside town in the North of England.

But even old Scarborough is new compared with the Scarborough whose name is forgotten. The Romans built it, but it was the hardy Norsemen who called it Scarborough. Their word for

WHEN

WHEN Perkin Warbeck had marched his rebel troops through Cornwall, the Mayor of Bodmin, the capital of the county, received a message from the King. The mayor was told to prepare a scaffold on which to hang a man who was supposed to have been connected with the rebellion. The scaffold was prepared.

Is it strong enough to carry the man?" asked the King's messenger. "Without doubt it is," was the answer.

Then up with you, Master Mayor, for it is meant for you!" said the officer.

Now, if you drink fairy wine fall into the power of the fairies, and they never allow you to come back to the world of men. The farmer knew this,

and he poured the wine on the floor, and rushed out of the Willey How with the cup, and the feasters pursued him. But he got safely away, and gave the fairy cup to the King of England.

THE MERMAID OF LIZARD HEAD
NE summer evening a Cornish

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farmer of the name of Lutey was walking by Lizard Head, and he heard a woman crying. On the shore he found a beautiful mermaid, with long golden hair and green eyes, crying because she had got stranded on the rocks, and could not get back to the sea. So Lutey stooped down and took the mermaid in his arms, and carried her to the water. On the way she talked to him so sweetly that he was about to dive into the sea with her, when his dog barked behind him. He turned and saw the smoke rising from the chimney of his farm, and the madness left him.

"Farewell, my sweet, for nine years," said the mermaid, as she swam away.

And nine years afterwards Lutey was out fishing in a boat, and though the weather was calm a great wave bore the mermaid over to the boat.

"My time has come," said Lutey. He plunged into the sea, swam a little way with the mermaid, and sank down with. her, never to rise again.

And before the farmer could reply a voice from the cart said "Yes."

And there was Robin Round Cap, sitting on one of the chairs. The farmer saw he would gain nothing by leaving his farm, so he returned, and got a wise man to entice Robin Round Cap into a closed-up well by his house, now called Robin Round Cap Well. There the mischievous little imp is still imprisoned.

THE SNAKE'S PARLOUR

N the old days women used to do their washing in a very pleasant fashion. They assembled together and took their linen to a running stream, and there they scrubbed and gossiped merrily in the open air. Some women were once doing their washing in this manner by a rocky pool in the River Wye, when a girl saw a great, deadly snake glide out from the stones. On reaching one of the rocks the snake put something behind it and went away, and the girl crept up to see what it had hidden.

Finding there the poison fangs of the snake, in the shape of two little horns, she ran off with them. When the snake returned, it searched vainly behind the rock, and began to hiss and rage. It hissed louder and louder, and lashed its tail, and then, seeing nothing else to attack, it reared up and began to fight the rock. In its fury it struck the stone so hard with its head that it broke its skull and died. And the women were delighted to see that the deadly thing had killed itself, and that they could now do their washing in peace and safety.

THE GOBLIN BUILDERS OF

ROCHDALE

IN the reign of William the Con

queror, Jamel the Saxon resolved to build a church to St. Chadde on the bank of the River Roach. Piles of timber and stones were brought, and the foundations were laid; but during the night the goblins, striding twenty paces at a step, carried the stones and timber to the hill-top over the river. In the morning the people set to work to bring the stones and timber back, ready to lay the foundations once more, but when the time came to begin the things had disappeared, and were again found on the hill. Thinking it useless to build by the river bank, they built the church on the hill, where it now stands, with one hundred and twenty-four steps up to it.

IN the early days of Britain the favourite attendant of Rohand, the Earl of Warwick, was very ill. The doctors had given him all the valuable herbs they could think of, but still he wasted and pined away.

At last he murmured very faintly: "Felice! If Felice were brought to me, I yet might live."

The doctors, bending down, caught the words faintly, and said one to the other: "Felice? Felix? There is no such herb." And the poor boy answered: "No herb is Felice, but a flower -the fairest flower that grows."

The boy's name was Guy, and the name he murmured was the name of the great earl's beautiful daughter.

One day, when he was better and was able to move about the garden, he saw Felice approaching. She had heard that Guy was dying of love for her, and she had had a strange dream, in which Heaven declared that the life of this poor page was a precious one. So she spoke kind, strong words to him.

Why kneel there weeping like a girl? Get up, and show if there is the making of a man in you! The swan mates not with the swallow, and I will never wed beneath me. Show yourself my peer. For I could love a brave and valiant knight before whose spear man bowed as to a king, nor would I ask his parentage; prouder far to know that my children took their nobility from a self-made nobleman. But a weeping, love-sick page! No! Show me something that you do that I can love."

Her words filled the heart of the page with a strange and glorious strength. His eyes shone, his voice rang clear. He told the beautiful girl that love for her should make him the greatest knight in the world. And Felice answered:

"I will watch and wait."

Then Guy got speedily well of his sickness, and the great Earl of Warwick, rejoicing in his favourite's recovery, dubbed him a knight, and provided him with a proud horse royally caparisoned, with rich armour, with spear and sword and shield. Thus accoutred the bright-faced boy rode away from Warwick to do great deeds, and make a name for himself. He travelled into strange

lands, crossing many stormy seas, and scarcely a day passed but he was in the midst of some fierce and terrible adventure, which almost passed one's powers to believe. As the years fled away his fame increased, till the whole world seemned to be full of the deeds of Sir Guy.

After many adventures, and covered with glory, he returned to Warwick, and, presenting himself before Felice, asked her if he had yet won her love.

But Felice answered in strange voice. Yes, he had won her love; he had done great deeds; he was, in all men's eyes, the bravest knight in Christendom; yet would she not marry him. And this was her reason. Marriage would put an end to his glory. He was too young yet to turn away from joustings and tournaments; he must seek glory in his youth, and only when his arms began to weaken take his ease in the idleness of a lady's love. Glory, glory! More and ever more glory!

So Guy rode away once more, and once again the earth rang with his deeds. He defended the weak; he punished tyrants; he overthrew the cruel. Then he returned again, and this time Felice yielded to him, and the most beautiful maiden in Britain was married to the most valiant knight in Christendom.

But now a strange thing happened. They had been married, this happy pair, forty days. It seemed as if for ever after life must be to them one long and beautiful summer festival of love and happiness. But it chanced that Sir Guy, sitting one sunset at a window in his tower, began to meditate upon his past life in foreign lands. He had killed many men; he had taken many kingdoms; he had laid waste many lands. Why? Why had he fought and killed and striven? Why? For a woman's love! The thought shocked him. All his life he had been seeking earthly glory for the sake of a woman's love. Not once, not once in all his crowded life, had he done a single deed purely for God.

He rose up, determined to serve his God. Felice clung to him with tears. She who had sent him forth on perilous quests now cried to him not to leave her. But Sir Guy would not listen. "Not yet one single deed for God